Time for a “A True Revolution of Values”?
By Diana Robinson-Bardyn | New Smyrna Beach
“True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar. It comes to
see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.” – Martin Luther King Jr.
I remember a day in the Fall of 1967. I was in high school in
northern Ohio. It was lunch break, and I was sitting in the cafeteria
with Rita. My next class, first in the afternoon, was Journalism. Our
Journalism teacher–let’s call him Mr Yak–would probably have been
forgotten by all, if not for the events of that day.
It was a small class, and I was the first to enter the classroom. Mr
Yak saw me and began walking toward me. He was talking, saying something
about seeing me in the cafeteria. He had seen me eating lunch with
Rita. Rita was African-American, and he didn’t think it was appropriate
that the yearbook editor be seen having lunch with the ‘colored’ kids.
I was 16. I wore my hair long and my skirt short. I liked hippie
beads and Bob Dylan. I didn’t like the war in Vietnam, and I didn’t like
racism. I believed that “the times they were a changin”, and I wanted
to help.
So that day, when Mr Yak overstepped his legal and ethical bounds as a
teacher, and told me who I should and should not have lunch with, there
was no containing my spontaneous indignation.
It only took two days for the school board and the NAACP to become
involved in a process that would be long and drawn out, a process that
would attempt to assassinate the character of a young student, and would
only be resolved shortly after the very real assassination of Martin
Luther King Jr. six months later.